The year 2005 was lookin good in atlanta 4 mah nigga gucci . He enjoyed success entering the charts with his first national hit, "Icy, " became involved in a quarrel with that song's collaborator, Young Jeezy, and found himself facing murder charges in the Georgia courts. Before his career as a rapper, Gucci Mane, whose birth name is Radric Davis, loved to write poetry when he was in elementary school. He moved to Atlanta from Birmingham, AL, with his single mother during the fourth grade. Since progressing to rap was a fairly easy step, Gucci Mane already had spent time in a recording studio by the age of 14. The glamour and sense of fashion of rappers like Big Daddy Kane motivated him to put words to music. His locally played debut single, "Black Tee, " earned him a contract with Big Cat Records, and in May 2005 the label released his debut album, Trap House, which stood at the number one spot on Billboard's Heatseekers chart.

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[Verse 1]
Somethin goin on, i feel funny cant tell me nuttin different
My nose twitchin
Intuition settin in like steve vision
I still close my eyes, i still see visions
Still hear that voice in tha back of my mind
So what i do? i still take heathe, i still listen
I still paint that perfect picture,
I still shine bright like a prism
My words still skippin - thru air
I know you cant, dont, wont get it
You n*ggas chose to ride that ****, ?sault wit it?
Im still afloat, i aint tha captain of tha yact but im on a boat
I aint actin what im not
Knowin that i dont, you n*ggas actin like you will but i know you wont, you wont
I read between tha lines of ya eyes to ya brows
Ya handshake aint matchin ya smile
Ill holla, you n*ggas foul

[Hook:]
I can feel it in tha air
I can feel it in tha air
I can feel it in tha air
I can hear it in your voice
I can feel it in tha air

[Verse 2]
I sit alone in my 4 cornered room starin at hammers
Ready to go banannas
2 vests on me, 2 techs, extra clips on me
I know my mind aint playin tricks on me
I aint skitz hommie
Aint no body drop a nick on me
Its like they tryna plot a set on me
I hear this voice in tha back of my mind like mack tighten up ya circle
Before they hurt you
Read they body language
85% communication non-verbal, 85% swear they know you
10% you know they soft, man tha other 5..time to show you, just know you
Then pull they strings, you tha puppet master
**** them other bastards
Man watch who you puffin after
Play ya cards, go against all odds
Shoot for tha moon if you miss, you still amongst those stars

[Hook:]
I can feel it in tha air
I can feel it in tha air
I can feel it in tha air (i aint scared n*gga i aint goin no where)
I can hear it in your voice (can you feel me?)
I can feel it in tha air (can you feel me?)

[Verse 3]
Can you feel it, can you feel it floatin?
Without picture quotin, scriptures from revalation
Talk **** and got tha devil waitin
Body get stiff, so levitate
Why do i speak blasphemy?
Knowin one day that he'll ask for me
Ask for my sins
No one to feel his wrath for me
I go thru it, so you wouldnt do it...after me
As for me
Im still circlin tha block before im parkin
Not bitchin, im just still cautious
Same black parka, same uzzi, extra clips, still clappin wit that same larkin
Damn, i feel it in tha air, you not sincere
N*gga it aint an us, or we, or ima thing
Its a good/bad karma thing
This a song man ?ima say?
I swear i feel somethin honestly

[Hook:]
I can feel it in tha air
I can feel it in tha air
I can feel it in tha air
I can hear it in your voice
I can feel it in tha air

My name mean a lot to me, pain mean a lot to me
Fame means nothing, but the game means a lot to me
I slang caine on these blocks for weeks
Ever since Rocky III, and the death of Apollo Creed
I was a tiny little poppy seed
As grimey as I could be, as sheiesty as I could be
Niggaz who live nicely, who don't understand the life of me
Other niggaz don't like me, and wanna take my life from me
They don't understand that I love it, and I like the beef
The raw, the guns, the violence, it's all right with me
I be laying in the cut where the sniper be
Righteously, waiting for you to get out the driver's seat
I don't think like usual people
Who think like usual people, who don't think right
I think like Muslims, in movements of people, who move they people
And move on your people, power is stronger than voo doo and evil
I'm immune, I drunk the juice, took a root from the needle
Still trying to figure out, why I do, the crimes I do
With the minds IQ, of an Einstein too
Tell 'em, Cha-cha, and bon, bon goo, they think I'm crazy, well I do too
Leave me alone please, I'm in my two-three zone please
Nothing can stop me, you fuckers can't stop me

["Why" continues to play]

[Verse 2]
It's like my life keeps turning around
Every second I need a lighter, I keep burning it down
I smoke so much, I could nurture a pound
My thoughts are always foggy, they blurring right now listen
I see the game for what it's worth, pain, fame and work
Girls walk with they brain in their skirt
So while you're fucker, they thinking
Of ways to get even, or a way out the hood, they make up a reason
For the judge, for you take him and see him
Until you face a subpena, that'll change your demeanor
So be careful, where you skating through this game
Remember it's other niggaz playing, skating in your lane
Don't get clipped, or stripped skating in the rain
Cause niggaz will keep rolling, and skating on your brain
That's just the rules and regulations of the game
When you playing you, you playing, and you paying like you weigh in, so..
If not, those wolves aiming where you layin'
And waiting on you patient with that thing up in the basement
That's why I walk with that thing out, when I'm pasting
Cause I know these niggaz hate it, that their little sisters love it
And their girls really want it, plus I'm frontin
Twenty three big truckin, new Z, new bucket
Fuck it

[Verse One]
Look I like 'em with a small waist and nice hips
so when I'm hittin from the back I get a nice grip
I be sweatin like a dog and I might slip
so with the right incase I get a nice vise grip
I got that work and I just come from doin time again
you can't skip you see the line that they standin in
don't trip I got enough of dick for all of ya'll
they say that I'm a dog right after I knock 'em off
she mad at me tryna get me out of my money
you gets nothin from me you gon' be broke round the fall this Sunday
believe that you gonna see that
I'm a thug ain't no love for the club rats
yeah I told you I was breakin bread
but breakin bread to No Limit you heard what I said
I ain't stutter I'm a tricky ass motherfucker
if you a hustler let me see you work them booty muscles(get jiggy wit it)

[Chorus]
I'll pay for it, I'll pay for it
I'll pay for it, I'll pay for it
if I want it, if I want it
if I want it, if I want it
I'll pay for it, I'll pay for it
I'll pay for it, I'll pay for it
if I want it, if I want it
if I want it, if I want it

[Verse Two]
I'm a leave some passion marks are fire red
suck on that neck like a vamp when we in that bed
I'm not 'Jada' I stopped 'kissin' along time ago
I'm a playa and I don't put nothin pass a hoe
move on it slow but I'll move fast when I want that ass
they break(??) got that rock haters throw the stash
I'm a holla I got Caramel waiting on me, Red hatin on me
she think I really give a fuck that she skatin on me
what you ain't heard the news all of 'em confused
for everyone that I lose I bounce back with two
you in love with me I'm in love with you
not mentally but physically what ya mouth do
yeah that booty loose like a rubber band
I ain't make it like that, thats with that other man
I just started hittin it a few weeks ago
if you a pro let me see you make that thing show

[Chorus]

[Verse Three]
Let me see ya walk makin niggaz mad
she hatin on you cause she ain't workin wit too much ass
I'm waitin on ya to make me and my dogg proud of ya
throw that ass this way I gotta few dollars for ya
I'm hollerin for you I got three 50's and eight 20's
I'll give you these three 50's if you rollin wit me
the rest goin on a mothafuckin hotel
Soulja Slim got that work you can go tell
I got my doggs screamin on the Nextel
I'm a mothafuckin dog send me to hell
I fuck all these bitches, I fuck all these hoes
I'm a dog nigga, a mothafuckin dog like that